Riden Round

I'm ridin' round wit yo bitch ass I be ridin' round wit yo bitch ass I be ridin' round wit yo bitch ass We slidin' round on yo bitch ass With another nigga bitch, with another nigga bitch (With another nigga bitch) Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?" She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame" And I be ridin' round wit another nigga bitch Ridin' round wit yo bitch ass Ridin' round on yo bitch ass And I be ridin' round wit another nigga bitch We be slidin' round on yo bitch ass Ridin' round wit yo bitch ass Late night with a nigga bitch, I'm ridin' round I'm ballin' baby, and your boyfriend, he just out of bounds I'm out the joint baby, we be cuttin' up Fuckin' up the sheets when he not around He gone One phone call, you be down and out when he out of town And you be like, "Pick up the phone, baby" And I be like, "Hold on, wait, I'm in the streets" Your nigga be countin' my phone trippin' And I be like, "Hold on fam, that ain't P" Nigga you lame, stay out her phone Every time that bitch ring, on the screen it say three Why would I trip? How could I slip? When I'm done with the bitch, I take her back where she be Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?" She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame" She like, "Where you at?" I'm on the way, I put the GPS in my phone Hold on, wait, take a break, we on the third hour goin' strong Fuck the bed, we in the living room, fuckin' on the floor, we so grown Oh that's your nigga callin'? You can answer that, I won't say nothin' Oh no Bitch I'm a dog, I won't say nothin' at all At the end of the day, we just fuckin' If your nigga call, I won't start cussin' and fussin' I might just tell that boy, "I'm your cousin" I won't break the law, she catchin' feelings I tell that bitch, "Chill," and I switch up the subject She be like, "Nah, 'cause boy I love you" No you don't, but you do love this dick in your stomach She wanna ride around with the kid and fuck all day Dick be so good, wanna stay the night But oh nah, you can't stay Oh no, you can't stay at the crib But I put that dick in her ribs Then drop her back off to her nigga That's just how a young nigga live Somehow I seem to keep my dick in another nigga bitch Ridin' round the city creepin' with another nigga bitch He don't fuck her like I fuck her, she love my dick game Said her nigga just a busta, that's his nickname So when she call, she be callin' me on the low low He really don't know though, but in her phone he saw my photo So he asked her, "What's that nigga name?" She said, "I call him Mr. Beat It out the frame"